Thursday is the fifth anniversary of my Best Friend Beth's death. She overdosed on heroin about two weeks before she actually passed away. I didn't know she was doing heroin.
I knew Beth since I was a small child but because she was 10 years older than me she and I didn't become friends until I was 25 years old.
I moved in with her and shared the rent. We went through a lot together good and bad
Beth was a Bougsie girl and I was as ghetto as I can be. She used to lecture me about always fighting by telling me only trash fights in the street. However, she did enjoy using my muscle when she needed to. We girls enjoyed sitting around the table in her back yard. We laughed and shared our lives together as women. There were many over the years of all races, ethnic backgrounds and income levels. Beth had that sort of personality.
Other black women didn't understand how a black woman was named Beth so they would call her Bev, which drove her crazy. One good friend called her Beffers and my sister called her Betty just to drive her nuts.
She died on June 15, 2012. I was devastated and the pain I felt that day continues to this day. I'm left with a lot of emotions. I was supposed to protect her but she still got hooked on drugs. I was sad because of the friendship I lost and a companion that I loved. I was also worried about her soul and where she was spending eternity.
I found out two years later that it was heroin and I grew angry at the woman who got her hooked on that poison. She, herself, died of an overdose in 2015.
I hate heroin and I hate the fact that I can't just go see Beth and talk to her. I feel guilty because I didn't know she was on it. I was also angry at her for using that drug in the first place.
I will always miss my best friend. I have a new Best Friend now but I will never forget Beth.
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